Chapter 305: The Sorrow of Ancestor Zixia
Seeing this, Yun Feiyang also joined the battle.

His movements are as nimble as the wind and his attacks are as fast as lightning, making it impossible to defend against him.

Under siege by two people, Patriarch Zixia remained calm and composed, with a purple aura all over his body.

"Piaomiao Zixia" was running at its peak, and both the palm techniques and body movements appeared to be unhurried.

Leng Wanqing stood quietly aside, her icy true energy had condensed into ice swords, floating in the air.

There was a flash of cold light in his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, the ice sword shot towards Zixia Patriarch like a meteor.

Ancestor Zixia dodged the attack of the ice sword.

He secretly sighed in his heart that Leng Wanqing's martial arts were indeed unfathomable. The speed and power of this ice sword were beyond his imagination.

Although Patriarch Zixia was fighting one against three at this time, he was relying on madly squeezing out all his internal strength.

For a while, he remained undefeated.

The various palm techniques and body movements of the Zixia Taoist sect were displayed to their fullest in the battle, which was breathtaking.

Seeing this, Ye Ming was secretly angry.

Ru Mo's figure flashed and he launched a more fierce attack on Ancestor Zixia.

Yun Feiyang was not to be outdone. His movements were even more agile than the wind, and his attacks were even faster than thunder.

He tried to find the flaw of Zixia Patriarch, but the latter was like an insurmountable mountain that he could not cross.

Leng Wanqing continued to control the icy true energy. With a flick of her finger, the ice sword shot towards Ancestor Zixia like a rainstorm.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

Patriarch Zixia shouted loudly and raised both palms, and a powerful purple aura swept towards the two of them.

The purple air seemed to have its own spirit, flying around the two people, trying to restrain their movements.

Yun Feiyang sneered, and with a flash of his body, he avoided the attack of the purple energy.

He swung the Changyun Sword in his hand, and a stream of sword energy slashed towards the Zixia ancestor.

The sword energy was so sharp that it seemed to cut through all obstacles.

At the same time, Leng Wanqing also launched an attack.

She raised her slender hand and several crescent-shaped sword energies slashed towards the waist of Ancestor Zixia.

Ancestor Zixia flashed and transformed into purple energy, cleverly avoiding the attacks of the two.

The smoke-like figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost.

Every attack was accompanied by a purple glow, as if it could swallow up everything.

"Good skill!"

Yun Feiyang exclaimed in admiration.

His figure was as erratic as the wind, circling around the Zixia Patriarch, trying to find the opponent's weakness.

Leng Wanqing launched her attack without saying a word. The countless ice swords in her hands became sharper and sharper, as if they wanted to cut everything off.

But Patriarch Zixia stood there steadily as if he were an insurmountable mountain, and he was able to skillfully resolve the attacks of several people every time.

The battle entered a fierce stage.

The figures of several people intertwined in the moonlight, and every collision made a deafening sound.

"Purple clouds fill the sky!"

Patriarch Zixia suddenly shouted loudly, and stretched out both palms, and a majestic purple aura swept in all directions again.

This purple energy surged as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing couldn't help but change their expressions when they felt this powerful aura.

They flashed and retreated at the same time, trying to avoid the attack of the purple energy.

However, this purple air seemed to have its own spirit and chased the two of them closely, making it impossible for them to escape.

"Crane dance in the clouds!"

Yun Feiyang suddenly shouted loudly, and his body tumbled in the air like the wind as he attacked Ancestor Zixia.

The sword technique was as agile as the wind and as fast as lightning, as if a cloud crane was tumbling in the air and rushing towards Ancestor Zixia.

At the same time, Leng Wanqing also launched a fatal attack.

She flashed and appeared behind Patriarch Zixia like a ghost, piercing the other's back with her thin sword.

This sword was fast and fierce, making it hard to defend against. However, it was as if the Purple Cloud Ancestor had eyes on his back, and he dodged the fatal blow in a flash.

He slapped out with his backhand, and a powerful purple energy swept towards Leng Wanqing.

Leng Wanqing's face changed when she felt this powerful aura, but she did not panic.

She spun her body and cleverly dodged the attack of the purple energy, and at the same time stabbed at the Zixia ancestor with a sword.

The fight between the few people became more and more intense, and every fight seemed to be ruthless and cruel, as if they wanted to kill the opponent.

Their figures intertwined in the moonlight, and their sword energy crisscrossed, as if to tear the entire world apart.

As time went on, the fighting became more intense.

Although Patriarch Zixia was extremely brave, he gradually showed signs of fatigue under the siege of three people.

Although his palm techniques and body movements were still exquisite, his speed had obviously slowed down.

At this moment, Yun Feiyang flashed and easily avoided an attack from Ancestor Zixia, and slapped Ancestor Zixia with his backhand.

Suddenly, Patriarch Zixia felt a powerful aura coming from behind.

He cried out "not good" in his heart, and dodged a sneak attack narrowly.

When he looked back, he saw an old man with a sinister face looking at him coldly.

The old man was dressed in gray and held a long sword in his hand, with a cold light flashing on the tip of the sword.

"Old Man Poison Shadow!"

Patriarch Zixia recognized the attacker and was shocked.

Old Man Duying is the leader of Youxinzhai, a notorious assassin group in the underworld. He is famous for his use of poison and hidden weapons.

His appearance undoubtedly made the battle more dangerous.

"Hahahaha! Old Zixia, tonight is the day you die!"

The old man Poison Shadow laughed sinisterly, moved his body, and attacked the old man Zixia.

Patriarch Zixia cursed inwardly "Damn it" and dodged the attack from old man Duying.

The battle tonight was beyond his expectations.

I didn't expect it would attract so many old friends and enemies.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Patriarch Zixia felt overwhelmed.

After all, he is already old and much older than Ye Ming.

However, most of the opponents are masters in good condition.

"what!"

Patriarch Zixia cried out in surprise and dodged quickly, but his clothes were still cut by the sword energy.

A trickle of blood oozed out, staining his clothes red.

"Old Man Duying, you despicable villain!"

Ancestor Zixia cursed angrily, with a trace of anger and unwillingness flashing across his face.

"Old Zixia, you will not escape death tonight!"

The old man Poison Shadow just smiled grimly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing stopped their attacks and looked at Ancestor Zixia coldly.

The Ye family's ancestor stood aside with a blank expression, as if all this was within his expectations.

Ancestor Zixia looked around and couldn't help feeling sad.

He fought in the martial arts world all his life, but ended up like this.

Of course, he did not give up, but held the sword tightly in his hand, ready for the final fight to the death.

"You traitors, you want to take my life? It depends on whether you have the ability to do so!"

Ancestor Zixia roared and rushed towards the enemy like the wind.

The appearance of Old Man Poison Shadow completely disrupted the balance of the battlefield.

As an assassin, his sword skills are strange and ruthless, and every attack is aimed directly at the vital points of Zixia Patriarch.

(End of this chapter)